He must ever be playing something. That was in his nature. And he was true to his nature even in this supreme moment. He continued silent until, obeying that queer histrionic instinct, he could trust himself to speak without emotion. "I see," he said, at last, quite coolly.
His mind was sweeping back over the past. Swiftly he reviewed his memories of Mme. de Plougastel, her singular if sporadic interest in him, the curious blend of affection and wistfulness which her manner towards him had always presented, and at last he understood so much that hitherto had intrigued him.
"I see," he said again; and added now, "Of course, any but a fool would have guessed it long ago."
It was M. de Kercadiou who cried out, M. de Kercadiou who recoiled as from a blow.
"My God, Andre, of what are you made? You can take such an announcement in this fashion?"
"And how would you have me take it? Should it surprise me to discover that I had a mother? After all, a mother is an indispensable necessity to getting one's self born.
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CHAPTER II THE COMIC
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With that the gentleman
Half a dozen gentlemen
Thus her almost indefinable
It was a tonic
Motier the great tribune
After you ma demoiselle
Good night Scaramouche she
So at least it
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After the third hit
Time which at Gavrillac
He turned to greet
You are insolent monsieur
There was no choice
And she paused a
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